She dances in the sunshine,
spiraling away from the world.

Her mother calls her "Daisy,"
but the world has christened her "Daffodil."

Yet, her lovers know her better
as Black-Eyed Susan.

She wanders aimlessly,
too restless to be called a house plant,
but too tame to run with the wildflowers.

Too exquisite for a weed,
too plain for a rose.

So, she'll dance among the reeds
absorb the sun's warm rays
and call herself
Daffodil.

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